Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

had lied about my town, my schooling and my

status as

now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire:

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

why?  His car didn't

have anything that would make it any less than the

curved up as a memory from the

and he had

spent the evening later in

toward his black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for me or even without looking in my direction he opened the driver side

moment later I heard the ignition

the passenger side before he could get irritated and start to throw more

moment I sat down, I tried, I had

drive me.I can go.I'll take

He didn't say anything.

steering wheel like one would hold a lover as he pulled out of the parking lot

later, I knew

I had written on the form after looking it up

licked my lips and tried again, "You can drop

a few

me and he

do you want

brows went up on

I didn't have enough money to let him

I sighed.

buy

have to

will drop me off and I will wait for him to leave then I'll

back to my actual place but

won't ask for the usual butterscotch

would be late to reach on time to my shift at the

later, the car came to a slow stop

him

for a long moment that made me

understand why he was becoming such

both knew he

my face as

cursed my fate as he

so much

and I didn't wait

on my side, I

He arched a brow.

and looked for a reason why he couldn't come inside except that he would know that I

"Mom wouldn't want to

us and he didn't

back against his car, crossed his legs at the ankles and folded his arms across

as I saw the picture

like a GQ

was a combination of blood red